"...phone?" Dorian repeated, drawing out the fricative, squinting briefly at the unfamiliar word. He shook himself and walked from the fountain to retrieve the pack he'd arrived with from the ground where he'd discarded it.

"Might as well see what passes for civilization, wherever we've wound up. Perhaps the locals will have some clue about all this. If they're friendly."

He stopped as he drew abreast of his new aquaintance and made a small flourish with one arm as he offered a slight, vague half bow.

"Dorian Pavus, by the way."